The Clock Tells No Lies

A description of a bad way to start the morning.

My already forgotten dream is rudely interrupted by an annoying, high-pitched chime that I immediately recognize as my alarm clock. Inside, I wish I was still dreaming, but outside, I ridicule myself for not accepting the fact that I cannot wish away reality. My hand, as if it has a mind of its own, lunges over to the alarm clock and slides across the row of buttons until the noise finally dies. Sitting up, I begin running through my head all the things I have planned for today. Forcing myself up, I rub my eyes, knowing already that if I go into deep thought this early in the morning, my mind will fall into a trance, clouding my thoughts and feelings into an abyss of deep sleep, one that I would do anything to experience, but would ruin the errands I have planned for today.I look at the clock and I lose trust with my sight. My mind panics with confusion and denial as I realize that my alarm went off 2 hours too early. I try to correct my vision by slowly moving towards and away from the clock, hoping that I don't have to be ashamed of not setting the clock right the night before. Finally my vision refreshes and I give the clock one good stare and I realize, with pure resentment, that the clock tells no lies.